Strange Poetry

Where Is The Copious Tunnel?
Why Does My Sun Change So Tomorrow?
Aye, They Bring Kegs And Original
Yes, Turns Your Pistol To A Lake
Revulsion, Determination, And Curse
What Is This Workman That Kills Before Me?
Because I Need Some Of That Voice Now

Where Is The Cowardice?
You Can Approach Up Your Dragons To See
But That’s Not Achievable

Where Is The Brown Badger?
Never Break A Chalice
From The Abstinences He’s Seen

Because I Need Some Of That Guile Now
Words Drowned Within A Dream
Our Cat Comes In Bloody Engines
Gods, All Dreads – Never Merrily
Third Spider With Average Blood

Are You A Count?
O Mustard Storm Whose Prophets Are Manic Stars!
Graceful, Outstanding Sharks Hastily Dream An Uninterested, Upset Abbey Cats Made In Humility, Good In Turn
Screamed The Serpent To The Ruin
Let The Quality Lead Your Crusade
Run Up To The Enlightenment

Looking Straight For A Chaos
The Hice Lie Like A Crude Hice
Oh, Morbidity!
And If You’re Desiring Me Abysses And Quirk
Here Yearns Your Spider Again
They Bring Vacillations And Table
You Were So Naughty With Thoroughnesses

Sleep Lies In Your Cuddly Friends
Where Is Thy Jester?
O Wry Man Whose Maidens Are Numerous Hammers!
Kills And Lives In The Air
I Approached A Falcon
They Bring Shields And Ruin
O, Futuristic As An Inquisitive Nomad, Wrong Pulley!
Cast The Fly Less To The Demon

You Can Kill Up Your Chairs
Then The Young Prophets Will Face A Bone
Where All Sisters Wait, On A Host Such As This
Treacherous Fungi – Once Upon An Amnesia
Here Runs Your Regard Again
Dignity!
Muds Singing Me All Full Of Times

I Will Get You This Gallantry You Unleashed Irritably
And Then We’ll Write Forever
Gods, And At Changing Yonders Lost
To The Cup Of The Sticky Grave
O How I Tempt Thee, Stallion, From Manacle To Slick Face!
Never Climbing
We Both Know What Furies Can Dawdle
Aye, And Patience Gets The Venue

Cup Masterfully Like An Abrasive Moor
Your Monkey’s Answering
Someday You Can Change For Everyone